Krystian Dyu To the left, or to the right? — Behold, a mighty sight! Where reason and where faith, where growth is chasing wraith, they all will curve and glide, till lost within the sine-wave tide. Young calves are walking into strangle, while weapons point at their faces’ angle. Do we steer with reason, calculation, caution? Or wisdom ripened only with exhaustion? Do not moan, do not delay, step straight, and face the day. To the left, or to the right? To neither! It is time for new roads, new light. Above the anvil, under the hammer, they carve us down — to ruin, to stammer. Shall we go by faith? Or rush in haste, to chase the thread of the universe, traced... That single thread — that weaves and tears, that binds us close, and... disappears!?!?